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One day, a man is driving on a freeway in a suburban area, and suddenly, his car broke down. He called someone for help, but people told him that they couldn’t come help him until the next morning.

So the man decided to wait. While he is waiting, he saw a huge house that is near to highway. He wants to try if the people in the house can let him stay for one night.

He knocked on the door, and an old lady opened the door for him. He asked if he could stay for a night, the old lady said yes. "There are many rooms; you can choose any room you like. But do not go to the one at the end of the hall because that is my daughters room," says the old lady.

The man relaxed and fell asleep. However, while he was sleeping, a music and a singing woke him up. He followed the sound and went to the last room of the hall. He tried to open the door, but he couldn’t. So he looked through the keyhole, and he saw a beautiful girl dancing and singing. He went back to sleep, but woke up again because he was attracted by the lovely voice again. He decided to look into the keyhole one more time. But this time he only saw a red image, it’s like a red thing blocking the view that he wanted to see.

The next day, the man thanked the old lady and asked questions about her daughter. The old lady looked sad and told him, "my daughter is a beautiful kid, she has long hair and lovely face, but she died a few years ago." The man was shocked and surprised. The old lady continued, "But there is something weird and special about my daughter."

"What is it?" asked the man.

The old lady said, "she had beautiful red eyes.."

  —The End—

and you open the door
and you step inside
we're inside our hearts
now imagine your pain
is a white ball of healing light
that's right, feel your pain,
the pain itself,
is a white ball of healing light
i don't think so

this is your life
good to the last drop,
doesn't get any better than this
this is your life, and it's ending
one minute at a time
this isn't a seminar
and this isn't a weekend retreat
where you are now
you can't even imagine
what the bottom will be like

only after disaster
can we be resurrected
it's only after you've lost
everything that you're
free to do anything

nothing is static,
everything is appalling (evolving),
everything is
falling apart

you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
you are the same decaying
organic matter as everything else
we are all a part of the same compost heap
we are the all-singing,
all-dancing crap of the world
you are not your bank account,
you are not the clothes you wear
you are not the contents of your wallet
you are not your bowel cancer
you are not your grande latte
you are not the car you drive
you are not your fucking khakis

you have to give up

you have to realise that someday you will die,
until you know that you are useless
i say let me never be complete
i say may i never be content
i say deliver me from swedish furniture
i say deliver me from clever art
i say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
i say you have to give up
i say evolve, and let the chips
fall where they may

i want you to hit me as hard as you can

welcome to fight club
if this is your first night
you have to fight

- Dust Brother, Fight Club

Hmmmm i hav no idea wut to write other than rant, rant and rant. maybe someday i jus post some lyrics. yea that will do…